On Limitations

Things that stop my writing are man-made, Like the loss of power and stuff. But my words are stored where these can't invade In there, I have power enough. Feelings may color images I write, Though some who read and comment may drain. I've learned not to allow this to mar my sight For my canvas, I alone choose the grain. Time is one limitation I learned to face And I see in my case, there's no extension. So I let my words flow as I age in grace With no force or demands, I live this passion. A writer is only bound by the fences he makes These are the ones he allows to take over. But writing is an art that no matter what it takes It will come out, it cannot be stifled.....ever. Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~~08.24.15